Skum is foam
Hora is hour is whore
Pants are
trousers or knickers
or trash or rubbish
At what hour is the foam in the bin
the whore pant-less scum
I dream of the root-tree
once cuttings
from the same seed
intertwined with the wind
kvasir of the universe
danced and mingled
honey dripping
Lost
oh how lost
to each other
since
